Torn from the inside out,
i hunger for the immortal soul
to save me.
I thirst for the blood
of the spirit
that will hold me close.
This eternal torment
for which i cry freedom from
has held me
in the mortuary palm
of its cold hand.
When will my hell
be extinguished?
For my mind has lost
all sanity
reality
and spirituality.
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TheVampyreNico
02:59 Nov 11 2012
Wow, that was very dark an deep poem wonderful indeed.